Naruto- White Fang Template

Kagami POV

It had been a week since I had ventured out of the border town. Land of Iron was distinct in its scenery and the kind of people that existed here.

This journey had been enlightening, to say the least, and while it was boring traveling on a horse instead of being on foot, Shisui and the town head's company was interesting enough.

By the time I had reached the arena, I could see the crazy fervor in the people of this nation.

This competition was to select the 'most talented swordsman' in their generation.

Some children trained all their lives for a spot at this massive arena.

The city where the arena was situated had been in a celebrative mood...it was as if a festival was ongoing...

Tourists from foreign nations came, stalls were set up with lights of different colors surrounding it, and children ran across with their friends playing at the games situated.

I saw couples of different ages holding hands and enjoying the Ferris wheel.

Of course, I had no one to hold on to, especially considering Shisui wasn't keen on holding my hand either.

He had that look on his face, 'Hold my hand and you will get my sword.'.

'Stupid Shisui, why the heck would I hold your hand anyways?' ...I had thought back then.

Regardless, that's how this situation came to be, and soon I was in the very arena I had planned to enter.

In my first duel...against a kid. He was barely fifteen, a year or two smaller than me; his stature was lean, and his hands showed calluses of different magnitudes.

'A hard worker'

He was good, a samurai through and through; however, in front of my skills, his barely compared... It took me a minute to separate his hand from his body.

A big opening that I had capitalized on.

"Aki!!!" A loud shout had erupted from the arena at that moment.

Seeing the look on the kid's face, it was clear they were shouting for him.

My head snapped in their direction, an old and distraught-looking father and a mother who had almost stood up in fear.

"Aki forfeit!" was the next shout I heard.

'I can let him live.'.

I wasn't a slaughterer; I didn't enjoy murder...all I did was reciprocate in kind to the intent I faced.

'Try to cripple me, get crippled...'

'Try to murder me here; catch your head.'

A simple philosophy that made me survive in this war-torn place.

'After all, if I let myself feel guilty...then I would die before I could process.'

At the end, I had let the kid go...in fact, I had even helped him to the medical ward.

"You..." he spoke in labored breaths, his head dropped downwards; his eyes were tracing the sword in my hand.

'His sword.'

I had held his sword since he had just lost his right hand.

"You destroyed my career," he spoke; his eyes turned towards me with hatred.

I had no words for that... what was it like, losing all your hard work, effort, and dreams that you had once made to be crushed without a single thought?

' Sakumo wouldn't have cared; if they weren't his loved ones, Sakumo would have beheaded them without a single glance.' ...

From the little memories I had of him, I could tell how the man who was feared as the white fang would have acted.

'I would have killed him as well if not for his parents ... knowing killing wasn't necessary.'

The thought of it all shook me...Since when did I start seeing people as experience points for me?

The system lay bare in front of my eyes.

(White Fang system—9.45)

(Experience points: 0)

(points needed—125)

'I destroyed his dreams and his effort...' I thought.

Somewhere along the way, I had grown to enjoy the killings...the progression...these people that I didn't know, didn't care about...their lives didn't matter to me.

"Here, doctor, help him." I spoke earnestly to the woman in front of me.

She had long brown hair, tightly wrapped in a bun. Her eyes looked at the stump where the blood was still flowing.

Seeing her horrified face once again brought me to the light of my actions.

I had remained quiet throughout the procedure...the boy himself hadn't once looked at me. His head dropped with depression.

'Samurai's know well to cut someone's hand is worse than death...so he wouldn't have done it to me...yet."

His parents had come soon after...Seeing the trio crying their eyes out...I exited the place.

Making my way back to the waiting area, I sat in an open seat... my thoughts churned.

"Uhm, Mr. Kagami, your next fight has been scheduled at the platform number sixty-three," a thin attendant disturbed the flow of my thoughts.

"Right...the championship." My eyes hardened.

Something had to change... And perhaps something had already changed deep inside me.

'I will have a talk with Shisui after this...'.

....

Standing in the middle of the platform, I came face to face with who I supposed was my opponent.

Long purple hair with an odachi at his side, his muscles were hidden beneath a beautiful layer of kimono.

'Rich'

"Are you both ready?" The judge, a buff-looking samurai, spoke firmly, his hand pointing in the middle.

Giving confirmation to him, I let my hand trace the hilt of my katana.

It's leather giving me comfort I so desperately needed right now.

"My name is Marama Sichaki," the purple-haired man spoke; his eyes were kind.

'Like those who haven't faced war.'.

"Kagami Hatake," I spoke in return... I let my body fall in a habitual posture.

He replied by readying his stance.

"I saw your previous match. You shouldn't have done something like that to a samurai," he spoke, his voice tinted with a hint of anger.

I remained silent.

I had yet to understand what to think about my actions.

He continued, "I will take your arm as a payment for that.".

The samurai judge came in between us, his hands raised high, "Let the fight start.".

The crowd cheered at his words, while the different platforms across the arena had their ongoing fights. For some reason, my platform had garnered the attention of a ton of people.

Striking first, I quickly drew my sword, making the chakra flow throughout my body.

'Quick slash'

My sword had long since started its descent on my purple-haired opponent.

swoosh

His sword moved in a frightening ferocity; wind came apart as a large force hurled at my sword.

Odachi

a strong weapon, In its basic sense, it was just a longer katana; however, those who know even a little about swords know that reach is a scary element.

'Especially in a battle as quick as this.'

Holding my ground, I quickly changed the trajectory of my swing, my sword flowing at the weak part of his blade.

thing

Our blades matched in a symphony of echoes. In the next few seconds, we had exchanged a myriad of different strikes.

'Strong'

If I had a word for his battle style, this was it. He didn't have any flashy moves, at least as of yet...his fundamentals, on the other hand, made up most of his style.

They were polished beyond measure as well. Add a longer reach and a monstrous strength to that, and I had a monster in disguise.

'However, I am not a slouch either.'.

Quickly seizing initiative, I landed my sword against his unguarded side.

His sword met mine in the middle... Parrying with a quick parry, I quickly launched a fast slash.

I had aimed at his head while his sword was still recovering from my parry.

Swoosh

Another sound, and I found his sword moving towards my left side.

'If I commit to my strike, I will strike his skull first, effectively killing him... however, his sword would unmistakably enter my lungs, or worse yet, my heart.'

"Are you crazy?" I spoke while flickering to retreat.

This was a suicide tactic; what kind of battle style was this even?

'Let's trade blows and see who survives...that's dumb.'

He pointed his sword at me, "Say whatever you may; however, it's this style that has made me one of the six dragons of this nation.".

'Of course I was fighting a dragon...already.'

his Killing intent surged, I could even feel the waves of chakra from him.

'What kind of chakra capacity even is that?' My mind was bewildered seeing the unexplainable sight in front of me.

"You are standing in front of the fourth dragon," he spoke, his voice tinged with murderous intentions, "Try to survive.".

His figure next second blurred; his odachi was already descending in a downward strike towards me.

'I have no time to flicker...fuck.'

Bracing for impact, I used a quick parry with a chakra blade for effect.

Using my other arm, I held the wrist holding my sword, effectively increasing the protection on my wrist.

crack

boom

A large book resounded as I held the weight of his sword.

My left wrist is dangling.

A nasty grin broke on his face.

'Of course I have to fight a battle maniac with a shit ton of chakra.'

'I am royally fucked...aren't I?'

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